Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.